Allow me!" He leaned forward.

With long, capable fingers he fastened the necklace around his daughter's neck.

It fell upon her bosom, sparkling, a little circular stream of fire against the background of her smooth, white skin.
Ella could scarcely speak.

Her fingers caressed the jewels.
"It is our farewell present to you," Lord Ashleigh declared.

"I need not beg you to take care of them.